1705 9 5
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Burren-grey, the sky through sky lights
is cigarette ash smashed across July.
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170599
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At this stage of the game you don't even matter enough to have an asshole.
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170532
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Does life have an expiration date Alice asked herself? One must be careful when trying to deal with a broken person; you might cut yourself on their shattered pieces. Life can be like an arrow penetrating your heart. Hard and painful to pull it out, yet i
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170577
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can they approve, our/gods in our wallets? only/when we tell them to.
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17051311
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I tried to talk, but only / whispers slithered out.
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170510
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Shh!
What?
The downstairs neighbors. They’re at it again.
What?
It’s the weekend? They’re both home?
Oh.
Remember?
I think so. Sort of.
Shh!
What’s that grunting?
He must be doing the heavy lifting.
Sounds like he’s hurt
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17051714
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He was a liability. I knew I had to ditch him.
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170487
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17041312
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// opening act: van featuring balloon featuring drugs
// headliner: lubv ya babe
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170452
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He is sitting in his bedroom trying to decide what to wear. He has an appointment at five. If he wants to make it he has to either catch the bus, which comes in about fifteen minutes, or drive in. If he wants to drive in he needs to put petrol in his car,
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17041312
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Myrna came home from her new, midnight shift, waitressing job at the Waffle House saying she was sorry but she couldn't take any more gray-haired Jesus-types with their dollar bills held high, releasing a few so they would flutter, as if borne by wings, onto the tables as…
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17041717
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I was out of my element. I was on property that wasn't mine. In a woods with mansions tucked away among the trees.
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170410
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Now, I am getting angry! Now you want me depressed too!
GET OUT! GET OUT!
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170421
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He leans against the truck, the sun sinking on the day, shadows inching down the side of the house, yawning towards the horizon.
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170494
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Oh, what jealousy does to us! What love does to the living!
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170441
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The way she once felt for another, naked mornings in her bed, and Young Frankenstein. Sed-a-give.
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170376
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It’s an almost mystical experience, walking in the warm, radioactive rain. It’s a rare moment of peace, a gathering of breath before the next storm, before the next wave of panic, before those frozen in shock come to themselves and rush through the stree
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170373
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Where I went to college, you couldn’t swing a dead cat in a physics lab without hitting a Nobel laureate. I know–we tried. They finally made us stop–it wasn’t fair to the cat.
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1703115
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An anorexic middle-aged woman walked up and watched me..
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1703105
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"Some Purgatory in order, innit?"
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170381
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As I watched her sleep, I saw gentle frost and sun on crystal.
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170386
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I haven’t read many of them, these poets
that they speak of – Whitman and his Leaves
Of Grass, Mary Oliver and her wild life
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170364
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It’s all a matter of warped mirrors. As in the multi-mirrored passage I stood before as a boy
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170342
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He had thought of the walk down to Mrs Greensmith’s shop when he and all the men beside him reckoned they’d “had it” that time when II SS Panzer-Division had fought like gods for Hill 212.
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170330
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Something reached into Avi and took his voice, turning his volume to zero....
A short story of one day. A man going to work, a little magic, a car crash, and a wedding.
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170382
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Liszt, Piano Sonata in B minor. I don't like it but I can't stop listening. It doesn't fit my mood, or the high plains landscape, or the early evening, pink and blue, pastel colored sky.
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170331
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“She never knew her, you know?”
Chief Jack Gardner, retired, said to the duty officer absently, thumbing a well-worn photo in his rough calloused hands. His gravelly voice cracked a bit when he said it, catching his throat.
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170354
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When we were young and small we played in the orchard. Mom made apple pies and fried apples, caramel apples and apple sauce, apple cider. Grandma’s apple butter recipe.
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